#had to repost it

[rassvetsky]

[tactlesstuesdays]

i wrote something that's basically just a drabble based on mika calling bose delicate. it also could be part 2 to 'how you get the girl' and it's (for the most part) just bose simping for mika

"So," Bose begins with a low chuckle, "You think I'm delicate?"

Mika's hands fall heavily to swing at her sides whilst she freezes as her boyfriend's words fly to her ears. She'd been fixated on some sentimental object on a cupboard but now she could feel Bose's presence tickling and tattooing goosebumps on her skin and she shivered. His eyes were focused on her back, but she could tell he wore a wide grin. They'd been dating since she led him to that hallway and forced Bose to reflect on his jealousy; Bose's heart quickly began to beat solely for Mika. A year ago, he wouldn't have pictured himself like this; his heart overflowing with content by being with the girl he'd been in love with since his twelfth year. But a single year can do strange things to a person, and Bose wasn't regretting this one at all. Even if he had to suffer an involuntary exile period from the Cell and have a vacant soul the longer he stayed apart from Mika.

"You should really stop listening to Chapa so much, baby. You know, she speaks a load of bullshit," Mika casually insults. Bose swallows back a laugh. Mika finally twirls to face her boyfriend sitting on her bed; he watches her with a curious glint in her eye. His brain was stripped out and was replaced only with Mika.

"It wasn't Chapa," Bose confesses. Mika's face contorted with a sour expression. "Turns out Miles has loose lips. He just spewed it out. Along with other irrelevant shit but I only cared about whatever he said about you. I thought of you all the time, Meeks. It's great to know you thought about me, too. How desperately you missed me, how worried you were about me."

Mika's hands fly to her face, concealing her cheeks that bled in the colour of roses. There's shuffling from the bed and heavy footsteps echoing on the rug-covered floor. Bose's (extremely) bigger hands envelope Mika's and gently jolt them away from Mika's face; a satisfied grin tweaking his face as he basked in the revelation of his word's reactions.

The pads of his fingers drag across her cheek, tracing the layers of her blush. He hadn't touched her like this for weeks; his schedule was overwhelmed with overdue homework and crime fighting. They couldn't even touch in the Man's Nest, especially not with Ray's incessant (and unnecessary) rule about no dating between superheroes, even with the loophole of them being sidekicks. Bose, obviously, knew that everyone bar Ray suspected something was happening with the two. Bose never disreputed that Mika felt warm and familiar, nor solid and safe; a sanctuary for someone who suffered a void of love. Bose wanted to cling to Mika, bury his face into the warm curve of her neck, intoxicate himself with her distinctive vanilla perfume, and never let go.

Mika's knees seem to buckle the further Bose's hand trails upwards. His touch is like fire to someone whose wintry and cold touch could burn you itself, fingers full of knives until you explode with a bonfire of warmth. Bose lit her up as if fires were coming to life at the other end of the Earth. His fingers collapse down to indent a light touch to Mika's lower lip. Her lips flutter with a phantom groan.

"You seriously don't know how much I've missed you, honey," Bose murmurs, his voice hushed and deep as he wraps his arms around her thighs and delicately placed her on the cupboard's uncluttered space. "Just the thought of you saved me. I had Schwoz but I couldn't understand anything he said, science this science that. I just wanted you, all I've ever wanted is you."

"Show me then. I need you just as much as you do with me, honey," Mika replied with a syrup-rich voice. Bose wasn't one to disappoint, and he inched closer to his darling before ghosting his lips over Mika's.

And Bose is kissing her. His fingers mindlessly ran through Mika's hair. She'd changed it since he'd been gone. And whilst she looked superbly stunning in anything and everything, any new hairstyle drove him crazy. Mika looked splendid and Bose would criminalise himself if he didn't find perfection in each hairstyle.

Bose's heartbeat merges with Mika's. The sky seemed to cave in, forcing them to bend into the proximity, as Bose drowns in the sunshine on Mika's lips. The epitome of perfection, truly. Bose's mind is racing with the experience of Mika. If this were to be his last moment, he'd be content. But he'd never felt more alive, every time their passion met with a kiss, he'd relive the first time. Bathing in the splendour that was his relationship. All of it makes Mika's spine throb. Bose loves her so effortlessly, like separating salt from water.

Mika pulls away slowly though, pausing the intense emotions that flourished across her chest like a million needles peaking at the skin. Mika flutters her eyelashes at Bose. "You know, my parents aren't home. And Miles is at Chapa's."

"The things you do to me, Mika," Bose groans. Mika's lips part with a minute giggle and Bose pulls her by the waist, closer to him. And she slips off the cupboard and directly into the arms of her beloved.

i really was so sleep deprived writing this, but i did power through for the bomika crumbs. i'm also losing motivation for df fics madly so be patient with me, and if i never write again then it's been fun

[frenchublog]

[mikqchoux]

I like to think i'm funny:,)

[remanedur]

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Early visual development for Wish (2023) by Griselda Sastrawinata-Lemay and Brittney Lee.

An earlier version of the film saw Star take on a human form as a magical, glowing character inspired by Peter Pan. Ultimately, the creative team reconceptualized Star as an ethereal, playful entity resembling Mickey Mouse. "Now Star and Asha have an emotional journey. They are soulmates." -Allison Moore.

[videogamepolls]

This Wikipedia article has a more comprehensive list

[tinymintywolf]

trying to experiment more with color agh!!!

[maibeloved]

Need to draw them more actually ;((

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

[hazbin-hotel-screencaps]

Alastor’s signature move when annoying Charlie’s loved ones

[cairafea]

my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

ref:

[wolfythewitch]

found this part funny lmao

[frenchublog]

[emmatheward]

Metal Dragon Cookie.

[sapphlobtch]